Lyrics:

(You got to...) Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
All day long, man, we back in town

Homie, check it out, I got her mesmerized
So when your hooker choose Cons, she telling you 'bye'
Street poetry is how your boy get paid
In that brand new Escalade – metallic, black, or beige
And when I walk up in the club, you know I do not pay
Ayo, my man Kanyeezy, he got something to say

Ayo, my name is Kanyeezy from the Roc-A fam
Where the Glocks don't jam, so when we prop, them scrams
See I showed you on 'The Champions' how we get down
So don't twist your lips up like Bobby Brown
You got B2K all on your bedroom wall
But if you be with Kan', I'm gonna work your walls
Straight from the South Side of the Chi-Town streets
The top 3 in the game, with these here beats

And if you talk about him, ayo, I'll take you out
Either with the 9, or the Tecs in his mouth
And if that dime getting friendly, then the orgy's at 8
But y'all niggas don't shine, so you couldn't relate

Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (You couldn't relate)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Yo, 'Quence?) (You couldn't relate)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
So relax yourself, or we'll back you down
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down

'Quence was out the game, now he's back to ball
Drive you insane, poppin' tags at the mall
You staring at my rose-gold way too long
But I ain't scared to ride, that's why I wear Teflon
I took her on the ave and she expect me to trip
But I made her window-shop while I bought me some kicks
So if you want the drama, holler at your boy

Original rude boy, like Pastor Troy
The G-500 is my favorite toy
They say, 'He don't look like a thug or a hood –
But he keep them gorillas, so he still be good'
By the way my, name is K, don't forget the A
And the N-Y-E, out in NYC
I'ma still rep the 'Go, no matter where I go
Everybody say I'm hot, I'm saying I'm cold
Hate when niggas leave the city and switch up they raps
On the real, homie – I don't get down like that
I'ma milk the game, so we all can eat

Now the 'Chocolate Factory' is what I bump in my Jeep
So, roll me up a L, but don't lace up the leaf
'Cause that shit'll have me zonin' for a couple of weeks

Now your momma told you 'Let the cleavage show
'Cause that's the best way to get a nigga with dough'
They'll fake a pregnancy, then call the attorney up
But she ain't know I'm cheaper than IKEA furniture

Kanye, White, Mali', Little, and D
Menace, Gangsta Lou, and A-Push from LV
They know that Consequence be wearin' gold and ice
'Cause I got out the projects, where it's flooded with mice
And, shorty, let me tell you 'bout the rules of my nights
It seems I always keep it moving, I don't hit nothing twice

So relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Don't hit nothing twice)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Don't hit nothing twice)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
So relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Kon Man Produc'!)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Yeah! yeah!)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (It's the Roc!)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Uh)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Yeah)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Uh huh)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down
Aw, damn, Kon Man, we back in town (We back in town)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (We back in town)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (We back in town)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (We back in town)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (We back in town)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down (Queens and Chi' Town)
Relax yourself, or we'll back you down